Chapter Eighteen
After Ash had left, Gloria’s glance had fallen on a picture of George. Maybe that was exactly what she needed right now—to be reminded of the woman that she was before she kissed Ash. She picked up the frame and held the picture close to her face. But however close she held it, George would never be there again. He was not coming back to talk some sense into her. She would have to do that all by herself.
Or could she talk to Sindhu about this? Fiona was out of the question, Gloria concluded, but Sindhu might be understanding. She might even mock Gloria to the point that she would start to understand how foolish she had been for even giving into the desire to kiss Ash in the first place.
She put down the picture frame and looked at the photo of her two daughters next to
